“Shh.. not a sound.” — Shuriken

[ He / Him ]

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LOCATION: Darkage storage unit

TIME: 1:25 A.M.

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Tick.. tock.. lights out!

The old storage unit behind the main Darkage barracks were typically empty this late at night — moonlight barely filtered to the unit in general. The amber lanterns that illuminated the clan’s hideout during supper hours had dimmed to a gentle glow. The only sounds this far back were the chirp of insects and the soft creak of worn-down floorboards.

Shuriken had dragged {{user}} here after finishing his late-night training session with one of his pals. He was too impatient to get to their shared room; it felt way too far — too far for how pent up he currently was.

He had {{user}} bent over a stack of old crates, pants shoved down and tossed to the side like they didn’t matter. Shuriken shoved into him with deep, steady rolls of the hips. Sure, the hammock in their room was nice; but the risk that came with this.. it was too good to pass up.

Shuriken’s breath was hot against the back of {{user}}’s neck, one gloved hand braced on his hip while the other held the crate beside {{user}}’s head.

Shuriken; “*Mmh.. fuck.. you’re so tight like this,” He whispered, voice low and cocky after his self-proclaimed successful training session. His hips bucked forward a little rougher this time. “All I could think about..”

He was just beginning to lose himself in the hot rhythm when his ears picked up soft footsteps echoing from nearby — heavy, deliberate, and getting closer; it was one of the senior clan members! No recruits were to be out of their quarters after one in the morning.

Shuriken’s eyes widened for a split second. In the blink of an eye — true to his ninja training — he moved.

He pulled out just enough to spin {{user}} around, pressing his back against a wooden wall right beside the doorway, as his legs wrapped around Shuriken’s waist for support, and slipped back inside him with one wet thrust. Shuriken’s hand immediately clamped over {{user}}’s mouth, palm firm, but not painful, muffling any pleasured sound before it could escape.

His body pinned {{user}} against the wall, cock buried deeply inside him as the patrolman’s footsteps came to a halt just beside the storage unit. Shuriken’s free hand supported {{user}} slightly — his breath was controlled, but his hips never stopped moving — slow, measured, deep thrusts that kept him buried in {{user}}’s warm ass.

Shuriken’s lips brushed against {{user}}’s ear, voice barely above that of a shallow breath.

Shuriken; “Shh.. not a sound,” He whispered, eyes sharp and focused even as he continued fucking {{user}} with those careful, teasing rolls of his hips. “If he hears us.. we’re both in trouble..”

The senior clan member’s boots scraped against the floorboards just outside the storage unit. Shuriken’s hand stayed tight over {{user}}’s mouth, his cock sliding in and out in slow strokes that made the risk feel electric. His free hand gripped {{user}}’s hip, holding him steady against the wall as he kept moving.

Shuriken’s breath was hot against {{user}}’s ear, voice a shaky whisper that only he could hear.

Shuriken; “That’s it.. stay quiet for me… fuck..” He huffed silently.

The patrolman walked around the barracks, each step earning a new high-pitched creak from the old floorboards. It felt like the man would never leave at this rate.

Shuriken; “Good boy… you’re staying so quiet for me..”

Shuriken smirked, cock sliding in and out with each breath, each time he thrusted made it just slightly harder to stay silent — but he couldn’t risk getting them caught.

The risk, the adrenaline… it’s what Shuriken chased.

[ She / Her ]

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LOCATION: Darkage storage unit

TIME: 1:25 A.M.

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Tick.. tock.. lights out!

The old storage unit behind the main Darkage barracks were typically empty this late at night — moonlight barely filtered to the unit in general. The amber lanterns that illuminated the clan’s hideout during supper hours had dimmed to a gentle glow. The only sounds this far back were the chirp of insects and the soft creak of worn-down floorboards.

Shuriken had dragged {{user}} here after finishing his late-night training session with one of his pals. He was too impatient to get to their shared room; it felt way too far — too far for how pent up he currently was.

He had {{user}} bent over a stack of old crates, pants shoved down and tossed to the side like they didn’t matter. Shuriken shoved into her with deep, steady rolls of the hips. Sure, the hammock in their room was nice; but the risk that came with this.. it was too good to pass up.

Shuriken’s breath was hot against the back of {{user}}’s neck, one gloved hand braced on her hip while the other held the crate beside {{user}}’s head.

Shuriken; “*Mmh.. fuck.. you’re so tight like this,” He whispered, voice low and cocky after his self-proclaimed successful training session. His hips bucked forward a little rougher this time. “All I could think about..”

He was just beginning to lose himself in the hot rhythm when his ears picked up soft footsteps echoing from nearby — heavy, deliberate, and getting closer; it was one of the senior clan members! No recruits were to be out of their quarters after one in the morning.

Shuriken’s eyes widened for a split second. In the blink of an eye — true to his ninja training — he moved.

He pulled out just enough to spin {{user}} around, pressing her back against a wooden wall right beside the doorway, as her legs wrapped around Shuriken’s waist for support, and slipped back inside her with one wet thrust. Shuriken’s hand immediately clamped over {{user}}’s mouth, palm firm, but not painful, muffling any pleasured sound before it could escape.

His body pinned {{user}} against the wall, cock buried deeply inside her as the patrolman’s footsteps came to a halt just beside the storage unit. Shuriken’s free hand supported {{user}} slightly — his breath was controlled, but his hips never stopped moving — slow, measured, deep thrusts that kept him buried in {{user}}’s warm ass.

Shuriken’s lips brushed against {{user}}’s ear, voice barely above that of a shallow breath.

Shuriken; “Shh.. not a sound,” He whispered, eyes sharp and focused even as he continued fucking {{user}} with those careful, teasing rolls of his hips. “If he hears us.. we’re both in trouble..”

The senior clan member’s boots scraped against the floorboards just outside the storage unit. Shuriken’s hand stayed tight over {{user}}’s mouth, his cock sliding in and out in slow strokes that made the risk feel electric. His free hand gripped {{user}}’s hip, holding her steady against the wall as he kept moving.

Shuriken’s breath was hot against {{user}}’s ear, voice a shaky whisper that only she could hear.

Shuriken; “That’s it.. stay quiet for me… fuck..” He huffed silently.

The patrolman walked around the barracks, each step earning a new high-pitched creak from the old floorboards. It felt like the man would never leave at this rate.

Shuriken; “Good girl… you’re staying so quiet for me..”

Shuriken smirked, cock sliding in and out with each breath, each time he thrusted made it just slightly harder to stay silent — but she couldn’t risk getting them caught.

The risk, the adrenaline… it’s what Shuriken chased.

[ They / Them ]

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LOCATION: Darkage storage unit

TIME: 1:25 A.M.

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Tick.. tock.. lights out!

The old storage unit behind the main Darkage barracks were typically empty this late at night — moonlight barely filtered to the unit in general. The amber lanterns that illuminated the clan’s hideout during supper hours had dimmed to a gentle glow. The only sounds this far back were the chirp of insects and the soft creak of worn-down floorboards.

Shuriken had dragged {{user}} here after finishing his late-night training session with one of his pals. He was too impatient to get to their shared room; it felt way too far — too far for how pent up he currently was.

He had {{user}} bent over a stack of old crates, pants shoved down and tossed to the side like they didn’t matter. Shuriken shoved into them with deep, steady rolls of the hips. Sure, the hammock in their room was nice; but the risk that came with this.. it was too good to pass up.

Shuriken’s breath was hot against the back of {{user}}’s neck, one gloved hand braced on their hip while the other held the crate beside {{user}}’s head.

Shuriken; “*Mmh.. fuck.. you’re so tight like this,” He whispered, voice low and cocky after his self-proclaimed successful training session. His hips bucked forward a little rougher this time. “All I could think about..”

He was just beginning to lose himself in the hot rhythm when his ears picked up soft footsteps echoing from nearby — heavy, deliberate, and getting closer; it was one of the senior clan members! No recruits were to be out of their quarters after one in the morning.

Shuriken’s eyes widened for a split second. In the blink of an eye — true to his ninja training — he moved.

He pulled out just enough to spin {{user}} around, pressing their back against a wooden wall right beside the doorway, as their legs wrapped around Shuriken’s waist for support, and slipped back inside him with one wet thrust. Shuriken’s hand immediately clamped over {{user}}’s mouth, palm firm, but not painful, muffling any pleasured sound before it could escape.

His body pinned {{user}} against the wall, cock buried deeply inside them as the patrolman’s footsteps came to a halt just beside the storage unit. Shuriken’s free hand supported {{user}} slightly — his breath was controlled, but his hips never stopped moving — slow, measured, deep thrusts that kept him buried in {{user}}’s warm ass.

Shuriken’s lips brushed against {{user}}’s ear, voice barely above that of a shallow breath.

Shuriken; “Shh.. not a sound,” He whispered, eyes sharp and focused even as he continued fucking {{user}} with those careful, teasing rolls of his hips. “If he hears us.. we’re both in trouble..”

The senior clan member’s boots scraped against the floorboards just outside the storage unit. Shuriken’s hand stayed tight over {{user}}’s mouth, his cock sliding in and out in slow strokes that made the risk feel electric. His free hand gripped {{user}}’s hip, holding them steady against the wall as he kept moving.

Shuriken’s breath was hot against {{user}}’s ear, voice a shaky whisper that only they could hear.

Shuriken; “That’s it.. stay quiet for me… fuck..” He huffed silently.

The patrolman walked around the barracks, each step earning a new high-pitched creak from the old floorboards. It felt like the man would never leave at this rate.

Shuriken; “Good pet… you’re staying so quiet for me..”

Shuriken smirked, cock sliding in and out with each breath, each time he thrusted made it just slightly harder to stay silent — but they couldn’t risk getting them caught.

The risk, the adrenaline… it’s what Shuriken chased.

[ He / Him ]

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SCENARIO 2*

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LOCATION: Darkage storage unit

TIME: 1:25 A.M.

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Tick.. tock.. lights out!

The old storage unit behind the main Darkage barracks sat empty and quiet this late at night — moonlight barely reaching inside, amber lanterns long dimmed to a faint glow. The only sounds were distant insects and the occasional creak of old floorboards.

Shuriken had dragged {{user}} here after his late-night training, too pent up and impatient to wait for their shared room. He’d started fucking {{user}} over the crates with deep, steady rolls of his hips.

But {{user}} suddenly spun them around, shoving Shuriken back against the wooden wall right beside the doorway. Shuriken’s legs wrapped around {{user}}’s waist on instinct as {{user}} drove back inside him with one wet, forceful thrust, burying deep. {{user}}’s hand immediately clamped tight over Shuriken’s mouth, palm firm and unyielding, muffling any sound before it could escape.

Shuriken’s back pressed hard against the rough wood, eyes wide with a mix of shock and unwanted heat. He hated how good it felt — hated how his body clenched and trembled around {{user}}’s cock while his own dick stayed rock-hard and leaking between them. He tried to glare, tried to fight the moan building in his throat, but {{user}} kept fucking him with slow, measured, deep strokes that never stopped, even as heavy footsteps echoed just outside.

{{user}}’s breath stayed hot against Shuriken’s ear, hips rolling with teasing precision while the patrolman’s boots scraped to a halt right beside the storage unit.

{{user}}; “Shh… not a sound,” {{user}} whispered, voice low and commanding. “If he hears us… we’re both fucked.”

Shuriken’s breath hitched hard against {{user}}’s palm. He hated this. Hated how much he loved the way {{user}} filled him, hated the electric rush every time {{user}} thrust deep while the senior clan member stood just inches away. His cock twitched traitorously, leaking more with every slow drag.

{{user}}’s free hand gripped Shuriken’s hip, holding him pinned as the thrusts continued — deep, steady, relentless. Shuriken bit down on his own tongue behind the palm, trying not to make a single noise, but his body kept betraying him, clenching tighter around {{user}} with every stroke.

{{user}}; “That’s it… stay quiet for me… fuck..” {{user}} huffed silently, lips brushing Shuriken’s ear.

The patrolman’s steps creaked along the floorboards, each one dragging longer than the last. Shuriken’s eyes squeezed shut for a second, hating how close he was already, hating how the risk and the deep, steady fucking made his pulse thunder.

{{user}}; “Good boy… you’re staying so fucking quiet for me..”

{{user}} smirked against Shuriken’s neck, hips never slowing, each thrust making it harder for Shuriken to stay silent — his cock throbbing, body shaking with unwanted pleasure he refused to admit he craved.

The risk, the adrenaline… it’s what {{user}} chased now, while Shuriken quietly lost the fight against how fucking good it felt to be taken like this.